Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap. Galatians 6:7 The title of this book suited me for two reasons: as a symbol of writing any book, but a family history, especially; and as a meditation on the law just described. This book is the harvest from a five year search. It has taken hours, days, and weeks of digging just to find the smallest scrap of ancestral life. Every spare moment I have been able to steal has been plowed into libraries, museums and antiques shows. I crave to know what my ancestors saw, what they tasted, smelled, read about and said about it. Is there any small thing left for us to see that they laid their own eyes on as well? A weathervane, a flag, a leader's face?